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Incision into the abscess
Shocked by the sudden light
Are the maggots that feast on the corpse of civilization

Who could be at the source of this excrement
But the purveyors of sin?
Of the obscene
Of vice
Of perversion

And slowly,
I began to hate them

Fingers grip to no avail
Clenched in futility

The slime, it slips through them
Unscathed by the matter,
It collects as whole once again

The dialectic of these virtuosic liars
Is spat with agile tongues

Crafted vernacular of deceit
The veil of words to shroud intent

And slowly I began to hate them

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